Sit down and talk

The little brother rushed to the front of the panma father and pulled him back.

"You say that, you know me?" He asked.

Father Panma looked up at him, his face was expressionless, he didn't answer, the little brother took off his shirt at once, revealing his upper body, and his face was rare eagerness: "Look at me, do you know me?" ”

Mengli looked at him, his eyes were a little sour, once the matter involved his previous memories, he was no longer calm, Xisha Submarine Tomb is, Genting Heavenly Palace is, and it is now.

The black tattoos of the two are extremely clear, it seems that the two unicorns are fighting each other, and they are looking at each other, which is very strange.

After a moment of confrontation, Panma still didn't say anything, but walked over to the little brother indifferently, ignoring him completely, and there was no ripple in his facial expression.

In the past in the book, she couldn't understand Wu Xie's feeling at this time, but now she understands, it is an indescribable feeling, very peculiar, if she must use words to describe it, she can only borrow a sentence in the book to describe "I can only say that I seem to see two stuffy oil bottles in different time and space, instantly intersecting and instantly separating."

The little brother didn't catch up again, he quietly watched the horse walk away, and in just a few seconds, the feeling of time and space confusion just now disappeared.

Ah Gui, who caught up with Wu Xie and A Ning, was at a loss, looking at the distant Panma, and then at the little brother, his face was a little angry, obviously he didn't understand which one was sung by this trick.

Wu Xie was afraid that he would be bored, so he hurriedly patted him and walked to the little brother's side: "It's okay, you go back first." Don't worry, I'll be back to you as soon as we're done. ”

The little brother was noncommittal, nodded, and still looked at the distant horses, not knowing what he was thinking.

For some reason, at this time, Mengli felt that his eyes suddenly became a little different, as if something was missing, and at the same time, she felt that she had seen this look somewhere before.

And Wu Xie was thinking, when the little brother and Panma's eyes met just now, something must have happened, Panma's performance was a very strong hint, he must know something, and he must know who the little brother is, and even had a deep relationship with him, but looking at his attitude, it seems that this relationship is not pleasant at all.

Wu Xie couldn't wait to catch up, and A-Ning also followed him.

Mengli looked at the little brother who was still standing in place, sighed in his heart, and was a little helpless: "Little brother, you go back first." We will be back soon. ”

"Hmm."

When he and Agui came to Panma's dining hall again and sat down, Wu Xie had been pondering in his mind what Panma's words meant, and how to effectively communicate with people like Panma.

Panma's son brought water to wash their faces and bodies, and because Panma had a wound on his back, his son did the work for him, and he lit his hookah and smoked the yellow cigarettes of their Yao tribe.

Wu Xie smelled the smell and found that the smell of smoke was a bit similar to the smell of herbs on the little brother's body, and it seemed that those herbs also had this ingredient. So Wu Xie thought if he could use this as a starting point to ease the atmosphere first, but he couldn't find the conversation at all.

A-Ning glanced at Wu Xie, a little helpless, she wanted to wait for Mengli to come, everything would be easy.

At this time, Mengli also came to Panma's house.

The sky sank, it seemed to be raining again, Guangxi really liked the rain too much, Panma's daughter-in-law closed the window and sat on the ground, the wind blew in through the gap, the temperature was much cooler, the old man did a local etiquette to them, Wu Xie and A Ning also learned to pay back.

Mengli performed a very standard local etiquette, and then explained their intentions.

Hearing her words, Father Panma frowned slightly.

Wu Xie and A Ning glanced at each other in surprise, as if they didn't expect Mengli to know the local language.

Ah Gui stood there with an embarrassed face, he was originally here to translate for them, who would have thought...... People don't need him at all?!

"Agui, what are they talking about?" Wu Xie looked at Ah Gui with some embarrassment.

Probably seeing that Wu Xie was more sincere, Ah Gui's mood eased a lot, and he began to translate the conversation between Wu Xie and A Ning.

Ah Gui translated: "Dad said, he can probably guess who you are, and he has long expected that one day someone will ask about it." Ask whatever you want, and leave quickly after asking, and don't bother him. ”

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, feeling that there was something in his father's words, as if he had misunderstood who they were.

But he couldn't clearly feel the reason for his misunderstanding, thinking about it, he reacted immediately, knowing that he shouldn't think about it at all now, and it was the most appropriate to think that he didn't realize it, and when there were some more signs, it was not too late to make it clear.

"Wu Xie, you ask." Mengli looked at him and said.

What she wanted to say, what she wanted to ask, she couldn't let them know, now she could only wait for Wu Xie to finish asking, and then she would talk to Panma alone.

Wu Xie straightened his mind and straightened his mind, so he said to his father: "I just want to ask you about the previous archaeological team, I think you can tell me about the situation back then." But before that, I want to know, what do you mean by that? ”

Panma took a long puff of his cigarette, suddenly showed a very strange expression, shook his head and said a few words.

Ah Gui translated: "Dad said, the meaning of what he said just now is very clear, you don't know what kind of person he is with that friend of yours, and you will definitely not end well with him." ”

"You know him?" Wu Xie immediately asked. "Why do you say that?"

Father Panma looked at him, paused, and said for a long time: "I don't recognize the face, but I recognize the smell of dead people on his body." ”